h/t Instapundit
First things first: I'm not going to pretend to know what it's like to be a black woman. Hell, unlike Bruce Jenner, Bradley Manning, and many other dudes in 2018, I don't pretend to know what it's like to be any woman. But I do know that in America, black women have to put up with a lot more crap than most other people. They have to deal with both racism and sexism, which apparently is a phenomenon called "intersectionality." (I've tried and tried to figure out what that word actually means, but I guess I'm not smart enough to figure out modern feminism.) Black women have to work even harder and smarter than white women and black men do, just to make the same societal gains. For that reason, among others, I hope the Democrats nominate Kamala Harris for president in 2020.*
But as tough as it is to be a black woman, it must be even tougher when you know in your heart that you really are one, but your DNA disagrees. Imagine waking up and knowing exactly who you are inside, but then being confronted with the wrong face in the mirror. What a nightmare.
That's why I sympathize with Rachel Dolezal. I think she's been unfairly maligned by #woke America. But I'm not going to make excuses for her when she runs afoul of both social justice and actual justice.
...I don't know what's next for Rachel, or Nkechi, or whatever she wants to call herself. It's just too bad that while every other trans identity group is being celebrated these days -- transgender, transsexual, even transspecies -- Dolezal's transracial identity is mocked and excoriated. The same liberal scolds who are still yelling at me for typing "Bruce Jenner" in the first paragraph can't handle Dolezal's transition.
People only hate her because they think she's invading their territory. Racial identity is so precious to them that they can't think of anything else. In 2018 America, you can be anything you want to be, unless you want to be a black woman.
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